rereads

just decided to re-read some of those long forgotten classics of old...it brought to mind several of those memories, memories linked to childhood and those sweet nothings attached to it.

it's like telling stories and listening to grandma's fairytales, a return to the childhood with strings and straws, pipes and plates, harps and harpoons, toys and tins, wheels and wires....the time spent rushing and running through ravines and raging waters, plucking flowers and then arraying them all with such grit and gaiety. selling fish and vegetables in the make-belief markets all for free, running relentless in pursuit, hiding and seeking and then panting behind the ones sought after, dusty and dirty reaching home only when hunger hits the heart of it all, waking up before dawn and waiting near the culvert for the red rays of the new sun, flying kites up in the sky and waiting for the unseen kite still with the long thread and the pull of wind, earth worms and bees collected as bait ready to catch fish with the long fish-rods !

memories...memories....childhood revisits ! in this process of re-reading life !

the oppressed and the oppressor

life has given me ample lessons to learn how i become the receiver and the received, the giver and the given, the slayer and the slayed, the observer and the observed, the yesterday and the tomorrow...and when i run colours through the last today, i see everything coming to a stand still where there is no past and future...only an eternal now ! and in this eternity which is a moment following another moment, i realize there is no time to complain, but just revel in the joy of being here, being in the now!

gibberish

the way mind works is totally ridiculous. in varied hues and tints, it paints its own picture, letting no room for those who wish to intervene and create a change. the problem that is encountered here is, who controls and co-ordinates the mind mechanism !? can i step out of myself and watch my own webby way of thinking, tiring and wearing away ?

at the end of the day, everything comes to pass. and i coil within my shell, leaving everything in a magic lull, just to awake into another world letting the gibberish work within the hazy world of mind...if days begin and end, all in its own concocted way, where would i lead myself to ?

running away

It's just that i am coming across more and more people who wish to run away from life. Sad, scared, saturated and submissive, they want to get lost in a no-man's land where they would encounter no human being. Ultimately, the question that arises in my mind is that, what are we running away from...from the outer world or the inner world? Running away from people or from self ?